staying overnight to get some NASTYYYY headcanons for matt… don’t mind me.. just the usual thirsting over
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this is perfect timing bc it's ovulation week for me and there's nothing I love more than slutting out matthew manwhore murdock
as a reminder, staying overnight means it's spicy! (minors dni)
headcannon below the cut
matt murdock likes it when you beg
we all know this man is a cocky fucker and obviously that extends into the bedroom and you know what I can't even fault him bc that dick is big and he knows your body better than you do
we also know he's a fucking tease so of course he gets off on making you beg
when you're in the booth at the back of josie's, and his hand wanders under your skirt, he just grins when you clamp your thighs around his hand and grip his forearm to try and push him away, your eyes darting over towards the bar where foggy and karen are getting the next round of drinks
"c'mon angel, you know I can be quick. let me play a little."
and once he tugs your panties to the side and starts out rubbing quick circles over your clit, he smirks against your neck, getting you just close enough to the edge before slowing to a torturous pace that has you whimpering and trembling, protesting immediately
"did you change your mind, sweetheart? I thought you were worried about getting caught. you want me to keep going, hm? ask me nicely."
oh and his absolute favorite is when you're mad at him, all worked up from an argument over something that was his fault, bc let's be honest it usually is
and the angrier you are, the more fun the game is for him. the second you see that look in his eyes, and that arrogant smirk starting to stretch across his lips, you know he's riling you up on purpose, and he loves sensing the moment you realize what he's doing
every step you take backwards, he takes a predatory step further, and your immediate "matthew, I swear to god" just makes that devilish grin grow even wider. he doesn't even attempt to act innocent anymore
you both know he's going to wear you down. he knows how to make you melt for him. he can do it with just a few filthy whispered words in his daredevil voice that he knows gets to you every single time
the second he smells that delectable scent of arousal coming from between your thighs, he knows he's won already
"you can pretend to be upset all you want, sweetheart, but I can smell how wet you already are. let me make it up to you."
and he doesn't just tease you a little to get his way, oh no, he makes it a point to drive you absolutely insane, to break you down into a needy mess, bc he loves to hear you beg for him
he'll bind your hands behind your back with his tie and bend you over the dining table, sinking to his knees to eat you out from behind, alternating between suctioning his lips around your clit and languid savoring licks until you're grinding your hips back against his face and whining
"oh, you want more? I thought you were mad at me baby? does this pretty pussy need to cum? beg me for it."
and he likes to pin you down to the bed, your hands held captive above your head, fucking you with slow deep strokes that make your eyes roll back, giving you just enough to drive you crazy but not enough to build up a climax
"what, you need it deeper? say it. tell me you need it deeper. c'mon angel, be a good girl and let me hear it."
it's hard for him to hold back, to not just give in and fuck you senseless like he wants to, but god hearing how desperate you are for him and how much you need him makes his cock twitch inside you
"that's it, keep begging for me, sweetheart. keep telling me how much you need my cock. such a good girl telling me what I wanna hear. good girls get what they want, don't they?"
when you're about to cum is his favorite part, bc he'll hold back until you're an absolute mess, keeping your hands pinned above your head so you can't pull him closer, keeping his hips firmly flushed against yours so you can't fuck yourself on him. he'll pull out all the way until just the tip remains, give you teasing shallow thrusts, avoiding stimulating your clit, grazing his teeth along your pulse point
"louder. louder. c'mon baby, let the whole goddamn building hear you. that's it...god, I love hearing my name from those pretty lips. you need me so bad, don't you? mm, I know you do, angel. I got you."
in conclusion I need a cold shower and a cigarette
warnings: tooth rotting fluff, religion (they go to church) very very fluffy, husband Matt, this one the poll but new one shot out soon
It was your favorite type of day. A Sunday, because no daredeviling on Sundays. Unless there was something especially serious he heard going on. You shift your weight so that you can shuffle in between his legs looking at your husband. He looks so majestic laying there naked with only a sheet covering his lower half. You weren’t quite modest yourself with only a sheet covering your body as well. Since you both had been just married less than 3 weeks, you were still in the phase where you couldn’t keep your hands off of each other. It wasn't always intimacy times. But Matthew would always be there touching you in some comforting way reminding you he was always by your side. Weither it was a hand on your knee or holding hands with him as you were his “sighted guide”. When really he just used that as an excuse to show you off in public. His hand never left yours. Today was one of those days.
he looked like a sleeping angel not daredevil. His chest was cut from marble and an expression of peice was on his face you barely see. Shifting yourself in between his legs closer, bare chests pressing up against each other separated by only a silk sheet. A reminder of the gift he gave you last night. You lean in to him and give a long lingering kiss. It was soft upon his plump rosy lips and his eyes fluttered open. His sightless eyes gaze upon yours and you break the sweet kiss.
“Hello Mrs. Murdock” he says in his sleepy deep morning voice that makes your knees weak.
Hes never missed an opportunity to call you that in the last 3 weeks. You give him another sweet kiss and he hums. His hands stroking your hair. You slip between the silk sheets so that your warm bodies could press up against each other, though there is nothing sexual about it this time you weren’t in the mood you were just affectionate and he could tell. That smile hadn’t left his face since the two of you were married.
“hello my pretty little devil” you scratch underneath his chin and he leans into it making a small noise of pleasure at the gesture.
“hmm. It’s Sunday would like to come to church with me.” He asks still in a happy bliss “I’d rather not go alone”
you think for a bit,. Matthew’s been going through a rough time lately a really hard time. And god, if there wasn’t anything you’d do to please this man. You never want him to have to be alone again. You knew how much his religion meant to him. And church with Matthew is actually quite enjoyable the times you’ve been with him.
“of course I’ll go with you my love.” You whispered softly to him. He beams at you in return. That smile that hasn’t left since they had the small wedding.
”you should probably get dressed though. Would be a bit distracting.” he teases in a low chuckle
you crinkle up your nose and tease him back “so should you ‘good-catholic lawyer-boy’”
you rumple his hair before rising from his warm embrace to go to your closet. You find something nice to wear and Matthew goes for his normal suit. As he gets dressed you do admit ok yes you starred at his ass the whole time.
he gives a knowing devilish smirk you know all to well as he buttons up his shirt. You silently mourn the loss of staring at his abs “you know I may be blind sweetheart but i can sense you starring” he says with his signature charm.
“well we’re married now, I’m allowed to look at my husband aren’t I?” You say before light giving his ass a smack. You just couldn’t help yourself.
once the two of you are dressed he looks incredibly handsome even with more clothes on, he starts tapping his cane and each way as you two walk on the sidewalk together. Your hand however finds his and intertwines your other hand resting on his shoulder so you can guide him. Knowing that he trusts you even if it’s partly to keep his cover. He stops, smiles at you practically beaming and folds up his cane. The two of you resume your walk to Clinton church. The weather was incredibly nice, the flowers on the windowsills were blooming and the sun was beaming down. A pleasant breeze made the day just the right temperatures. you know even you could smell the sweetness of spring in the air and you didn’t have enhanced senses. You wonder what it’s like for Matt.
You break the comfortable silence as the two of you walk together. “you smell that? It’s my favorite flower”
“I don’t smell lavender y/n”
“oh you remembered, well yes that is my first favorite flower because of the scent but my second favorite is honeysuckle” you explained as the two of you stroll basking in each other’s company.
“Oh, I love that scent too. But sweetheart it’s an invasive plant.” He chuckles good naturedly. The scent of honeysuckle fills his lungs on this Sunday morning. If Amber thought she could smell the sweetness it was nothing compared to his. The way it weaves around his mind fogging it up with pleasant memories of when y/n would wear her citrus and honeysuckle perfume. It truly is a beautiful day. Nothing seems to be going wrong at the moment there isn’t a crime he hears. Or maybe it’s just in the warmth of y/n’s company the terrible sounds and shrieks of the city were muted. He always seemed calmer in her presence.
“We’re here, Clinton church” you read for him
“and on time” he kissed your joined hands before you both step into the church together. The darkness takes a bit for you to adjust to the light in contrast to the brightness of outside. Not that Matthew would mind, you giggle in your head. It truly is a beautiful place with high ceilings and candles lit, it has stained glass windows with beautifully colored pictures made of glass upon it. Y/n especially appreciated these. The way the sunlight of spring catches the stained glass sending a glow to floor adjacent to it. The difference in materials used creates complex shimmering patterns and shapes. Admiring the way each shard and fragment of glass comes together to make a beautiful story from the Bible. The wooden floors are pretty and there are rows of wooden pews with bibles in the pockets of the seat in front of you. It smells of that distinct church scent that is quite hard to discribe. The best Matthew can do is old wooden oak polished, with the scent of old books the type that are yellowing with age. He suspects these are from the Bible’s. The people played a role into it two he could often sense their perfume or their recent showers. There's also the scent of candles and incense. The incense is one of three smells that is most distinctive out of the melting pot to Matt. There’s a lingering air of smoke from previous services but it’s never too heavy. It’s not like cigarettes smoke at all, one of Matthew’s least favorite scents in the world. Well that was until he had been in an explosion as daredevil. Burning flesh was definitely the worst thing he’s ever sensed. He had to take many showers to get the smell out of his system. But overall he liked the scent and it was familiar to him. He was raised here. Even if he’s strayed so far, or hated his past now. But the scent of Clinton church was strangely calming and comforting to Matthew. You guide him to a pew bench that’s completely empty. You take your seat next to Matt once he’s settled his hand in his lap the other toying with his cane. You notice pleasantly that your seated directly next to a stain glass window. This one depicts baby Moses floating in the river. You particularly like the way the light shines through the glass making it translucent. The water a blue haze.
you find your seat and you take matts hand that’s in his lap, interlocking both your fingers. He brings the your hands up to his lips and gives a long kiss on your hand before resting it in his lap. The service starts shortly after and it only takes an hour, which is good because you can’t sit still for much longer than that. Matthew listens to what the priest says and you can’t but help admire how he looks. Sitting on the bench with his back leaning slightly back and his head up high. Those shoulders that carry the whole weight of this city on them . Intently listening, he leans his head just slightly back, his stunning red glasses perched upon his face. He looks proud almost. How could someone who looks so good be going through so much. Truth be told you were always worried about Matt. Being daredevil takes a tole on his soul. But you’ve been keeping an eye on him making sure he’s okay recently. He holds your hand the entire time. Only breaking when you have to pray but quickly rejoining his hand with yours. His thumbs stroking your hand comfortably.
“should I read to you what we’re saying?” You say wondering how he does this.
“uh no” he chuckles “i can hear them sweetheart”
“oh right” you answer sheepishly. Sometimes you’re still figuring out the extent of his blindness. He rubs your hand more finding the way you want to help endearing. You distinctly feel the cool of his ring on his hand. And you beam with pride. Before you know it the service is over and Matt stands up with you and unfolds his cane and starts tapping it. You wrap your arms around his as you “guide” him. But also in his own way it’s just another way to show you off. Matthew exchanged a few words with father lantom and some of the others before the two of you walked out into the bright spring day. There was not a cloud in the sky. After walking for a while hand and hand. Your golden beautiful rings shining in the sun. Your diamond perfectly sparkling. The consistent tap of Matt’s cane across everything. The silence is comforting and after a while he turns to you.
“thanks you” he says quietly.
your turn to him “for what?”
“for that, staying beside me. You……you don’t know how much it means to someone like me.” He adds sincerely.
you do know how much it means to him. Not many people have stayed with him, loving him unconditionally like you do. And he needs that, Matt needs her love. Her holds your chin delicately and pulls you in for a soft kiss. You sigh into the kiss. A very love sick sigh
once he breaks the kiss he’s smiling again with his beautiful smile. He brushed a stray lock of hair out of your face. “So..” his face still close to you. Red glasses practically glowing in the sun “how’s married life treating you Mrs. Murdock?”
you stroke his hair before speaking also a smile plastered on your face. “I think it suits me very well Mr. Murdock.” And he kissed your hand before continuing tapping his cane and walking on the sidewalk with you.
Request ~ Fem!reader x Matt Murdock. Our Matty has the flu and his senses are literally going crazy (+ the normal symptoms) so his girlfriend takes care of him. He is not a good patient and I think we all know that, but it ends with lots of fluff. Sorry if my english is not correct!
Summary ~ A text from Foggy lets you know Matt is sick.
Disclaimer ~ I do not own any Marvel characters.
Word Count ~ 1.5k
Warnings ~ sickness (nothing major) and soft!matt
Marvel Masterlist
Requests Rules + Characters
A/N ~ I hope you like this Anon! <3
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Leaning back against the kitchen counter you stared at the microwave, willing it to be done faster, the short thirty seconds seeming to take an hour as you watched the muffin spin around inside. Your stomach growled quietly as the beeping from the appliance echoed through the apartment only to be silenced by you opening the door. The muffin was warm in your hand as you quickly dropped it onto a plate next to your mug of coffee, the remains of the pot Matthew had made before leaving for work now in your possession.
Quit hums left your mouth as you leaned forward on the counter and took a long sip of your coffee, the bitter taste of the drink making your nose scrunch for a moment before you followed it with a bite of your now warm muffin. You stared out the large set of windows along the wall as you quietly ate your breakfast, car horns and sirens sounding from the streets beyond the walls of the apartment you shared with your boyfriend.
The comfortable silence of the penthouse was broken by your phone buzzing harshly against the counter, the screen illuminating with the text it had just received. Taking one last bite of your muffin you reached over and grabbed your phone, brows knitting together when you saw Foggy’s name displayed across the screen along with his text.
“Matt is sick. Like sick sick. And he won't listen to me or Karen, think you can get him to go home and rest?”
A long sigh left your mouth as your typed back a quick reply letting your friend know that you were on your way to the office now.
You walked into the bedroom you shared with Matt and began gathering some clothes you could quickly throw on. You knew Matthew would likely be on edge since he was sick, so you opted for the softest clothing you could find— one of his old sweaters and a pair of leggings —in the hopes that the fabrics wouldn't feel too harsh against his skin.
You nearly tripped as you shoved your feet inside your sneakers, not bothering to undo the laces as you put them on and headed for the door where your coat was hanging. With your keys and phone now safely in the pocket of your coat, you locked the door behind you and headed towards Nelson & Murdock.
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Matthew had likely heard you approaching the office from a block away, you knew he heard you when you stopped at the coffee shop across the street from the office and ordered a dozen of your favorite muffins to take home. This didnt stop you from waiting patiently outside the frosted glass door after knocking on the wood, you watched the shadows behind the glass move and shift until a blonde figure came into view.
The door creaked as Karen pulled it open, “Thank God,” She sighed as you stepped inside the empty office.
“Where is he?” You looked around the space until your eyes settled on Matt’s office, the door was closed.
Foggy walked up beside you and gestured to his door, “in there, stubborn as always.”
You held out the box of muffins and offered them to Foggy, “Have a muffin.” You walked off towards your boyfriend's office while Karen and Foggy watched.
You didn't bother knocking on his door and instead gently pushed it open trying to be as quiet as possible, “Matty?” You whispered as you stepped through the door.
“Y/n? What are you doing here sweetheart?” Matthew looked up from where he was hunched over his desk, his glasses placed on top of a notebook, “Is everything okay?” He stood and walked towards you.
“Yes, don't worry about me,” You reassured him upon seeing the concern and confusion written across his face, “Foggy texted me, said you're sick.”
Matt shook his head, “‘M fine,” He said, his voice nasally as he sniffled quietly.
You sighed and stepped close to him, raising your hand and placing it on his forehead, “You’re burning up Matt,” You didn't miss the way he flinched back from your touch.
He stepped back and leaned on his desk, his eyes darting around the room, “I’ll be fine.”
His face was paler than it normally was, his eyes were rimmed with darker circles than when you had seen him this morning. The small wire trash can next to his next was nearly overflowing with crumpled-up tissues.
“And so will Foggy and Karen if you take a day off, you're sick Matthew.” You crossed your arms over your chest and watched him wince at your voice. “One day Angel, that’s all I'm asking.” You were whispering now, trying your best not to overload his already over-stimulated senses as you stepped forward to stand directly in front of him, “One day to come home and get some rest.”
Matt’s hands found the hem of your sweater and began to rub along the fabric, “This is mine,” He mumbled, his voice giving away just how tired he was.
“Well, you weren't there to stop me from wearing it so it's mine now.” You grabbed onto his hand and pulled him off the desk.
“Fine.” He conceded which earned a smile from you.
~~~
It took Matthew all of five minutes after you two walked into your apartment to strip out of his suit and crawl into bed in nothing but his boxers. To your surprise you didn't have to force him to lay down while you made him a bowl of soup, something light just so you knew he would at least get something in his stomach before sleeping the day away.
You carried a mug of hot tea with honey into the bedroom, along with the bowl of soup and set them down on the nightstand. There was a small bottle of cold medicine tucked under your arm and as you set the mug and bowl down, it fell to the floor as it slipped from your grasp, Matthew flinching aggressively when the bottle hit the floor.
“Sorry, too loud?” You knelt next to the bed and frowned when he nodded, “Sit up for me okay? I brought you some medicine and something to eat.”
Matthew’s eyes were screwed shut as he hauled himself up to sit, his hand held out for the medicine that you carefully placed there, the orange pills rolling around in his palm, “Thank you,” He opened his eyes and turned his face to you.
“Do you want me to stay in here with you?” The last thing you wanted was to crawl into bed with Matt if it was going to bother him, you knew his senses were out of wack right now and even you gently touching him could be excruciatingly painful for him. He had explained to you once that sometimes everything just felt too sharp, too harsh against his skin, just like sometimes everything was too loud for him.
“Please?” He almost pleaded with you as he took a small bite of the soup, his free hand reaching for your own, “Can I hold you?”
You would have to be heartless to deny Matthew what he wanted when he looked at you with his big brown eyes, eyes that always got him what he wanted from you and he knew it, not that you would ever complain about it.
“Eat a little more soup for me first m’kay?” You pulled the tight leggings off before laying down beside Matthew in the bed, the heat radiating off of him immediately making you wish you weren't wearing a sweater.
He didn't eat much, a few spoons full before he turned to you and climbed on top of you resting his head against your chest, his arms wrapping around the back of your shoulders as a content hum left his lips, “Smell like me.” His voice was muffled by the sweater.
“Do I?” You gently worked your fingers through his hair, your nails moving along his scalp which earned a low groan from him, “How are you feeling?”
“Bad. Too hot.”
“You have a fever, try and get some sleep, Angel, it'll help.” You looked down at his head resting on your chest, his face turned to the side and his eyes were closed.
“Stay with me?” He was the one whispering now.
“I’ll be here until you make me move,” You promised.
His breathing was even and you knew he was listening to your heartbeat, he had told you once that he listened to it when he was nervous or scared because it would comfort him. He said he could always pick out your heartbeat, he could distinguish it from a hundred other people if he had to.
You knew when he finally fell asleep, his jaw would unclench and his breath became more shallow, his grip on your sides never loosened though. You continued to comb your fingers through his dark hair even after he had fallen asleep, only stopping when your own eyes grew heavy.
Haiii!! I’m so so in love with your Matt Murdock fics, they’re all so yummy
I was wondering if you could do a part 2 to your confession fic from kinktober? I need to know what Matt does with the panties.. or do Matt and reader listen to each other through the walls? Do they ever go further than mutual masturbation? Feel free to write whatever you’re inspired by, I just need more Priest!Matt lol
okay so this came to me in a vision (a slutty daydream) and it isn't particularly what you asked for but it's what i'm giving you so just hear me out
I also felt like being a tease (😛) so this is just enough to get your imagination goin, but think of it as a choose your own adventure and you get to decide how it ends and pls feel free to tell me where your mind goes
warnings: swearing, explicit sexual content (minors dni)
sin.
“This is so wrong.”
“You're the Catholic, not me.”
Matt let out a breathy laugh, his eyes crinkling at the corners in amusement.
“You don't have to be Catholic to know dry humping a priest in a church is wrong.”
“Do you want me to stop?”
Matt gripped your hips even tighter, a low growl sounding in his throat as he leaned in to nip at yours.
“Don't you fucking dare.”
You’d just been stopping by to say hello. You knew Matt was at the church, he’d told you he went on Saturday afternoons to practice his sermons, and you were already out running errands. You were just going to stop by and say hi, maybe see if he was free for lunch. That was all.
But then you’d walked in, and you’d seen him in the outfit, which he hadn’t been wearing the last time you’d been here, and any trace of innocence in your intentions was incinerated with holy fire. Thankfully, there was an office in the back that granted you privacy. Although deep down, you know it wouldn’t have mattered. You would’ve straddled him right there in the front pew in front of God and whoever else wanted to bear witness.
Matt had gone to remove the clerical collar with the intent to unbutton his shirt to get more comfortable, but you’d smacked his hand away, demanded he leave it on, and he’d grinned wickedly, slipping a sinful comment into your ear about this newly discovered kink. He was more than happy to oblige.
Dipping your head back, your eyes fluttered shut as Matt left desperate warm and wet open mouthed kisses along the column of your neck, dragging his teeth over your pulse point.
“Swearing is a sin, Father.”
Matt pushed your skirt further up your waist, spreading your thighs even more. He gave your ass a firm smack, tearing a surprised whimper from you, and then he wrapped his arm tighter around your waist to pull you even closer on his lap. Your panties were drenched, and thank God his pants were black, because the crotch was soaked from how you were grinding your soaked pussy on his hard cock that was straining against the zipper.
His other hand slipped into your hair, grabbing a fistful of it as he leaned in to press his forehead against yours, panting against your mouth. His lips spread into a devilish grin.
i'd love a spicy little stay over at the catacombs of paris with priest!matt and someone new at his church... someone who has become quite the problem with how distracting her presence is to him…
priest matty how i've missed you so, it's gonna hit every single time
as a reminder, staying overnight means it's spicy! (minors dni)
headcannon below the cut
matt murdock is a really good priest
matt always knows whenever there's a new member in the church. they come with a new distinct smell, an unfamiliar heartbeat, and a novel noice confessing sins and requesting prayers
the day you first walk in, matt notices, of course he does. he notices everything. but you leave a lingering impression for an entirely different reason other than novelty
matt has had his fair share of intermittent struggles with his faith, ebbs and flows of devout belief and spirals of questioning, but the day you start coming to his church poses a new conflict
you don't challenge his belief in his faith, you challenge his commitment to it, bc the moment you introduced yourself and he heard "father murdock" slip past your lips, all he's wanted to do is slip his cock past them instead
it's hard to focus on his sermon when he's so hyper aware of you, when your sweet scent stands out above the rest, and lingers for days after. he finds himself seeking out your usual spot in the fourth pew after hours, just to indulge in the phantom of your presence, holding him over like an addict waiting for their next fix while teasingly palming himself through his pants
your melodic voice echoes in his head when he's alone, and he lets his imagination run wild with fantasies, crafting lines he'd beg to hear you deliver in seductive whispers
when you're on your knees in prayer, he wishes it was for him, wishes he could thread his fingers in your hair while you worship him with that perfect mouth and make his eyes roll up to the heavens
he doesn't let his mind dwell on how inappropriate his sinful thoughts are, doesn't indulge in his guilt, bc matt knows these temptations aren't one sided. he can hear the uptick in your heart's rhythm when he says your name in an intentional intimate voice, feel the heat that rises in your cheeks when he flashes you a smile that could be flirty or charming depending on interpretation, the forced casual tone when you accept his offer to stay for coffee and conversation that always drifts from theology to more personal topics
and then there was the day that you came in and matt could smell your pussy on your fingers. the scent of it and the knowledge that you'd touched yourself, last night from what he could tell, the delectable scent still fresh even after your hands being washed with apple scented soap, had driven him feral
he desperately wanted to know what you'd been thinking about while you'd played with yourself, if it was him you thought about while doing it, if his name had fallen from your lips in needy whimpers or breathy moans, if his presence in your fantasy had aided in making you come
it took every ounce of self control not to grab you and drag you into one of the confessionals, or his office in the back, demanding every dirty detail, and he had to stand in front of the podium the entire sermon to hide how hard he was
every time his thoughts drifted to you, his hand wandered down to his cock, almost of its own volition, and as the weeks passed, it got harder and harder to satisfy the ache with fantasies alone
it wouldn't be the first vow to god he'd broken, not nearly the worst either, and the more time he spent around you, the stronger his desire became to break his commitment to abstinence
spreading you open wouldn't affect his ability to spread the word of god, and he could always seek penance later. besides, he'd had a habit of acting first and seeking forgiveness later his whole life, and god was supposed to forgive all sins, so what was the harm in indulging a little?
in conclusion if he was a priest i'd be in the front row every sunday
i have returned yet again to cream about my love for matt and secretary!reader 🧍♀️
but what flavour of them? them not being able to stop fucking flirting with each other at the office when everyone is working together to try and prep for a case? them being "inappropriate" in court? or after everything is said and done, when they are all celebrating at josie's, when they get a little too handsy with their "totally sneaky and not at all obvious and scarring to foggy's poor eyes" touches, before they go on to "celebrate" a little bit too loudly in the bathroom....
you awoke the horny gremlin in me (like it ever goes to sleep) and now all I can think about is matt all amped up from an intense argument in the courtroom and that win making him feel even more riled up to the point that he can't even wait to get to josie's and pulls you into the closest empty space closet instead and now I need to be sedated 🫠
warnings: swearing, explicit sexual content (minors dni)
stay quiet.
It's not like this was anything new. An adrenaline fueled Matthew Murdock searching for release within your body was something you were very familiar with, and admittedly sometimes looked forward to. However, you were used to it under different circumstances.
Normally that electrified raw need slipped through your window beneath the pale silver of moonlight, wrapped in midnight shadows as dark as the ones he crept in. That black suit concealed him so well, sometimes you didn't even notice him hiding in the dark corners of your apartment, his steps as silent as a phantom, until a flash of a devilish grin would capture your attention too little too late and you'd find yourself at his mercy in a blink.
But in the daylight, the black suit had been traded in for a navy one, and the devil had been disguised as a godly man, until he'd pulled you into a supply closet with unholy intent.
You weren't sure if he'd had a bad night last night, or if he was just feeling extra passionate today, but Matt had been particularly amped up in the court room earlier, and it had been a struggle to focus on taking notes when you'd been able to feel your panties growing damper by the second.
There was something about watching him dominate the courtroom, demanding the attention of every person in it, the intellect interwoven in his argument, the rise in the volume of his voice that was just a notch below a gavel’s reprimanding. He was a force to be reckoned with, and certainly a sight to behold, and you had been one second of staring away from being caught eye fucking your boss all day.
He didn’t even say a word once the verdict had been announced. He’d gripped your elbow in a way that looked innocent to anyone that was onlooking, but the way he dug his blunt nails into your skin had it prickling with anticipation as he all but dragged you out into the hallway. Foggy and Karen’s echoes of both of your names were drowned out by the click of a lock and the clatter of loose items on a worn shelf.
He didn’t have the patience to undress any further than unzipping his pants, and within seconds of pushing you roughly up against the shelf, your panties were tugged to the side. A breathless laugh escaped your parted lips as you grabbed at his broad shoulders.
“Matty-”
He firmly clamped his hand over your mouth, abruptly silencing any playful protest while he grunted through gritted teeth into your ear.
“Shh. Stay quiet.”
You both knew that was an impossible task. Matt tore symphonies from you that you didn’t even know you could compose. His palm stifled your sighs, his callused skin absorbing the impact of your desperate moans, but the objects on the shelf rattled with every powerful snap of his hips. As your fingers found the soft hair at the nape of his neck, giving it a sharp tug while your nails simultaneously bit into his skin, it tore a delicious groan from Matt that sent vibrations throughout your entire body and tingled in your fingertips.
Matt fucked you hard and fast, since time was not a luxury either of you had right now. His greedy hands left blooms of need on your skin, while his lips and teeth decorated the supple skin of your chest he’d sought out beneath your half unbuttoned blouse.
It was rushed and needy, and he mentally swore he’d make his selfish avidity up to you later, but right now he craved the calm that came from finding release inside of you.
“I could smell how fucking wet you were getting. You know what that does to me, angel. You know better than to tease me at work.”
Matt loosened his grip on your hip to glide his hand closer towards your stomach, yanking your skirt up higher and tugging harder at your panties, a satisfying rip of seams breaking up the cacophony of heavy panting, muffled moans, and rattling shelves. His thumb swiftly found your clit, pressing down firmly on the sensitive bundle of nerves and drawing quick circles that had a shudder rolling through your body like a tidal wave of intense pleasure.
“Now, be a good girl and come on my cock. Show me how bad you want it.”
Matt pressed his face into your kiss bitten neck, groaning when he felt the relief of your warm cunt clenching around him. He hitched your thigh up his hip a bit higher so he could bury himself just a little deeper. The moan that accompanied his climax nearly made you come again. You loved the noises he made, just as much as he loved yours.
He never liked rushing to pull out, always wanted to stay buried in your bliss, but he was quick to slide your panties back into place to catch his release once it started to seep between your thighs. He gripped your chin between his thumb and index finger, leaning in to nip at your bottom lip with a quiet growl.
“Don’t you dare take these off. I want you to feel me every time you move. Understood?”
A sated grin stretched over your mouth as you gripped onto the back of his neck, pulling him closer to brush your lips against his. Using the magic words in your arsenal that had originally made him snap that first late clandestine night a few months back, you let out a soft hum and whispered in a sultry tone.
One more stay at the catacombs of Paris because I can’t get enough of that place! Have you ever played around with the fantasy of Matt being your lawyer? Idk but it could be fun… slutty little lawyer coming to your rescue when you can’t afford proper help… yes yes yes yeeessss
bc i'm messy, and so is matt, we're making this a divorce case bc it sounds sexy to me
headcannon below the cut
matt murdock is a really good lawyer
matt has never liked it when the wealthy take advantage of people with less resources than them, using their money and power to bully people into submission, which was a big part of his decision to coax foggy into leaving landman and zack to start their own firm to help people that truly need it instead of protecting rich corrupt assholes
so when you show up at nelson, murdock & page trying to find a lawyer you can afford to help you with your messy divorce, you instantly have matt's sympathy, and his attention
divorce cases weren't something they normally handled, but you'd sounded so defeated and upset when you'd told him the details of what you were going through that he'd made an exception
at the beginning of your marriage, your husband had told you that you didn't have to work if you didn't want to, that he'd take care of you bc he came from a wealthy family and money wasn't an issue. you'd thought it had been an offer out of love, and it had left you free to spend your days volunteering at different places, organizing charity events, and enjoying your hobbies, but it had all been an illusion of control
your husband had felt entitled to your loyalty, thinking bc he took care of you financially that he was justified in his infidelity, and arrogantly believed that bc you had nothing without him, you couldn't leave him
needless to say when you told him you wanted a divorce, he retaliated with pure cruelty. he'd kicked you out, removed you from the joint bank account, threatened you multiple times, and either bribed every law firm in the city to not work with you or threatened them if they even considered it
little did that asshole know matt couldn't be swayed with bribery or idle threats. if anything, it just made him want to take the fucker down in court even more
while you'd signed a prenup, the bastard had been so overzealous in his belief you'd never walk away that he'd forgotten there was an infidelity clause, which worked in your favor. getting proof of his various affairs from jessica was one of the easiest jobs she'd ever done, and she'd been happy to do it for free
and throughout the process, matt was there to reassure your anxieties about the case
"even though your name isn't on the dead to the house, because you're married, it's considered a joint property. it's illegal for him to kick you out and change the locks without a court order. there's also the infidelity clause he violated, which we have evidence of. now, I think he's cocky and vindictive enough to pursue the case without settling, but he's gonna lose."
he kept you involved every step of the way, met you in coffee shops instead of the office sometimes bc he noticed you were more relaxed in a setting that didn't remind you of what you were going through, even though it was the main topic of discussion
but he sprinkled in more personal conversation, asking you about your upbringing, sharing a bit of his own. he listened to your heart's rhythm settle into something more relaxed when you spoke about the things you were passionate about, the volunteering and charity work, all your little hobbies
matt would also try to crack jokes, little lighthearted banter just to get you to smile. it felt like a victory every time he was successful, gifted with that melodic sound of your laughter
"you know, we could probably make a good case for emotional damages. i'm pretty sure I could even make an argument for wasting your time."
he could tell this wasn't about the money for you, and that endeared him to you even more. you weren't retaliating back, even though you had every right to. you weren't trying to milk your ex husband for every penny, you didn't even care about getting half of what he owned. all you wanted was safety and security, to have enough to comfortably start over and take care of yourself
this was about betrayal for you, in more ways than one, and you were genuinely devastated. your entire life had been upended, you realized in one disastrous moment your whole marriage had been a lie, and now you were dealing with malicious fallout when you'd done nothing wrong
matt had a natural protective instinct, it was who he was at his core, and why he put on both suits, but with you it felt more personal, and it became more personal with every interaction and every word as he got to know you on a deeper level
he could tell how anxious you were when the court date came, your heart fluttering in your ribcage like a hummingbird's wings, coristol flooding your nervous system, your refusal to even look in your ex husband's direction, who was sitting smugly next to his hotshot lawyer who also had a cocky smirk that matt wanted to smack off. and he would, verbally
matt reached out to place his hand on top of yours, which was resting on your bouncing knee, the anxious action halted by his reassuring touch. he gave it a gentle squeeze as he leaned in to whisper in your ear
"everything's gonna be okay. trust me, sweetheart."
he let your ex husband's lawyer take the lead. it was always satisfying to him to let his opponent show all their cards first, to waltz around the courtroom and flaunt their arrogance, letting them think they had an airtight open and shut case. he sat there calmly the whole time, a subtle smirk present on his lips, just waiting for his opportunity to go for the jugular
when it was his turn, matt took his time standing up and unfolding his cane, slipping one hand in his pocket casually as he walked to the front of the court room with all the ease of taking an afternoon stroll
he started off with a nonchalant tone, presenting the facts with objectivity, and slowly let his aggression build as he began to lay his own cards on the table one by one. he could sense the two men getting antsy when he presented the evidence of the illegal act of kicking out his wife and restricting her access to their home, and let his passion seep into his tone as he presented the cherry on top; the violation of the infidelity clause in the prenup
jessica had captured all the various affairs in photos, texts, voice recordings, and even two videos. solid concrete evidence that couldn't be denied or refuted, and left the hotshot lawyer stammering and trying to pull an excuse out of his ass
matt heard the judge's decision in her body language and the hum of disapproval before she even announced her ruling, in your favor of course, which made that devilish smirk stretch wide across his lips
"thank you, your honor."
he couldn't resist stopping by the two men, their arrogance now deflated with defeat, letting his own smugness resonate with his cadence
"should've taken the settlement. next time you want to get away with being a piece of shit, you could at least try to not get caught."
he doesn't let you pay him any of what you win from the case, which you immediately try to protest, insisting on compensating him for his help, bc without him none of this would have been possible
"you need the money more than I do. that's your fresh start."
besides, matt doesn't want your money, he wants something else instead, so when you insist yet again on paying him somehow, he just flashes you a dazzling grin
oi, matt! can i get a macchiato? mayhaps over ice if that’s what the barista has to offer today….
matt x assistant!reader at nelson and murdock is one of my favourite flavours ever. i just neeeeed your take on it.
you know I had to kick off the celebration with this slut (works for you or matty) <3 also just so you know I could've kept going with this forever but tumblr told me to shut up bc apparently there's a word limit on answering asks but you get the picture ;)
as a reminder, over ice means it's spicy ! (minors dni)
headcannon below the cut
matt murdock is an hr nightmare
when foggy mentions that nelson & murdock could desperately use an assistant since karen is now at the bulletin, before matt even has a chance to speak, foggy is warning him to keep his dick in his pants
and when matt pulls that face (you know the one, the "she wanted to teach me" look of faux innocence) foggy reminds matt that not only is he a whore but he also has a history of being tempted by forbidden fruit (he probably fucked all the female interns at landman and zack, and then there's karen who he would've slept with if frank & elektra hadn't shown up but that's a different story for a different day)
matt does the lil "i cross my heart" thing and swears to foggy that he won't get involved with the new assistant
he also makes this promise to himself bc let's face it he's a human disaster who's life is constantly falling apart and the last thing he needs is drama that could've been avoided if he thought with the right head
but then the day of the interviews arrive and you walk in the room, and matt knows at that moment that he is completely fucked
your scent hits him first, something soft and subtle, a breath of fresh air from the stuffy office smell and the lingering assault of pungent perfume left behind by other candidates that had given him a dull headache
then it's your voice, god your voice, it's the most melodious sound he's ever heard. it's gentle but crisp, and your alluring intonation has him hanging onto your every word, especially his name that fell from your lips in greeting
touching your hand nearly does him in, bc getting to feel your smooth skin caress his rough palm makes it even worse. there's a an electric spark that tingles in his fingertips and shoots throughout the rest of his body, and he finds himself wondering if you feel it too, but then catches himself and quickly plasters on a professional appearance
it was one thing that every single thing about your existence drew him in, but the fact that you were also intelligent and well-spoken, deeply passionate and genuinely empathetic, while also quick to craft clever responses without your sharp wit coming off as ostentatious just made matt want you more
matt was uncharacteristically quiet while foggy asked most of the questions, to which you gave perfect answers, and occasionally chimed in with a few of his own just to redirect your attention where he wanted it: on him
by the end of the interview, foggy was sold on you, and so was matt, but for duplicitious reasons
matt tries so hard to keep his promise, but fuck do you make it (and him) hard. he makes a point to never be alone with you in the office. if a round at josie's is suggested, he makes sure foggy or karen will also be there. he tries to balance between being friendly while also being professional, trying to find the invisible line that crosses from innocent inquisitions to dangerous territory
he does his best not to initiate physical contact, which proves to be difficult, bc you're a hugger and always politely offering matt your arm to guide him whenever you go anywhere
you're so kind and thoughtful and treat him the exact way you treat everyone else and it makes him want to put his head through a wall bc every day that he spends with you makes this attraction worse and worse and he can't tell if it's purely physical or if it goes deeper than that
and then one day he just fucking snaps
matt has a really bad day. a lead he'd been working on for weeks ended up being a dead end, and matt had taken his frustration out on some petty thug in an alley, but it wasn't enough. he'd woken up on the wrong side of the bed, late at that, to a handful of voicemails from a pissed off foggy. it had been a grueling day in court, all of his senses were overwhelmed, and he had so much pent up tension in his body that he felt stiff
he was so wrapped up in himself that when he walked through the door of the office, he didn't realize he'd broken his own rule: never be alone with you
as soon as he realizes his mistake, he heads towards his office, returning your polite greeting with a grunt of acknowledgement. he hoped that you'd leave it alone, that you'd say something like you were just about to leave, and he'd be spared from you coming closer. but you being you, noticing every little detail and having learned to read matt, could tell something was off
you just wanted to help. you always just wanted to help, and matt loved that about you, but right now, it was only making this more difficult for him bc his self restraint was deteriorating
and then you gently touched his shoulder and matt let out a groan bc he could smell what you'd done the night previously. the scent of your arousal was still embedded in your skin even though you'd washed your hands several times, and the scent of soap was almost nonexistent as matt's nose focused solely on the delectable scent of your pussy on your own fingers
he'd made himself come many times to the thought of you over the last few months, but knowing that you'd fingered yourself last night possibly to the thought of him is what broke his resolve
matt didn't need his heightened senses to know you were attracted to him, that you felt something for him too. he knew it because he knew you, and sometimes you were obvious even when you thought you were being subtle for the sake of both your friendship and your professional reputation
before either of you could process what was happening, matt was devouring your mouth in a heated kiss, your blouse was halfway unbuttoned, just enough for him to pull down the cups of your bra to leave your tits spilling into his welcoming hands. your soft whimpers echoed around the empty office as he toyed with your nipples while assaulting your neck with his teeth and tongue
in record time you were bent over his desk, skirt bunched up around your hips, panties caught around your calves, and matt was pulling down his zipper to free his fully hard cock
the immense relief he felt as he sank into you fully from behind nearly brought him to his knees. he didn't know if it was the heightened allure of having something he wasn't supposed to, or how perfectly your tight cunt enveloped his thick cock, but he quickly got lost in your warm walls like a dazzling labyrinth he never wanted to escape
you were so fucking wet that it was obscene the noises your pussy made welcoming his cock as he pounded into you over and over and over again. but his favorite sound was you chanting his name, desperately pleading for more, which he was all too happy to oblige
you took him so well, your pussy enveloping his cock in a greedy manner, not allowing him the chance to slip out despite how soaked you were. he reached as deep as your body would allow and fucked you relentlessly like a madman on a mission
his rough hands gripped your hips in a bruising manner, and he was completely lost in a fog of lust. it didn't take long for either of you to come undone and it finally clicked for matt that he wasn't the only one that had been depriving himself for the sake of not crossing a boundary when your cunt tightened around his cock before flooding him with your release
matt waited until the absolute last possible second, swiftly pulling out with a hiss as he replaced your pussy with his right hand, stroking his cock at an inhuman speed just a few times before coating your ass in ropes of his come
he collapsed in his chair, but not without wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you down with him. the sound of heavy panting filled his office, and the air was humid and drenched in the scent of sex. matt nuzzled his face into your neck, hugging your back to his chest while the two of you attempted to catch your breath
he's able to pick up on the fact that your heart is still racing not bc of the incredible spontaneous sex, but also out of anxiety about what happens next, so matt decides to break the silence first
"I uh...know this is kinda backwards but, I was wondering if I could take you to dinner?"
